Where is my rant, you ask? I, who was betrayed and stabbed in the back with petrified aids spitting cobras? The pain of it, the sheer lack of appreciation for my weasling skills has alas been thrown over the side of this queerboat. For shame, gentlemen. You have made this game less fabulous. On your heads be it.

Lord! Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
Methought, I saw a thousand fearful wrecks;
Ten thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead men’s skulls; and, in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As ’t were in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems.